User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-2246928-20170525142342

The stoat Hivra ran, head bowed, through the grass, not ready to give up the chase just yet. If they were to return without the woodlanders, she knew King Seergaz would not be pleased... and if they had taken Jhoza too,there'd be no one to take the brunt of the fox's wrath. Surely she and Shafja would be doomed to be scapegoats.

The black rat himself wasn't far behind her, followed by hopefully the rest of their band of rebel-slayers. Shafka was a big, tough rat, but there was no way either of them'd survive on their own. Hivra swallowed down all these unsettling truths with a slight shake of her head, and kept running.